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Wow hi, so here’s a current #wip it’s an assignment to create something out of words. I think everyone chose to write their concentrations, or at least that’s what I assumed. I decided to take a different more personal route. This ones a little deep for me, I don’t get into my emotions but apparently this one brings out the pent up rage I locked away. So, the shadows and values of the woman are filled in with words of denial, anger, bargaining, depression and lastly, acceptance. It pertains more to a relationship that supposedly both sides were emotionally invested in but from getting a little older together, to work, family, and the temptation of something new, fresh, and what is perceived as pretty, the other half didn’t want her anymore in the end. So from top to bottom, I tried to write in phrases and words that the woman would be feeling. “You can’t leave me,” denial, “you’re a liar, I hate you” anger, “wait, please don’t leave I’ll change,” bargaining, “I wasn’t good enough,” depression and finally, acceptance, “It just wasn’t meant to be.”
I relate deeply to this because I myself, despite being young have similar experiences that I just compiled into one.
Acceptance is hard, and it’s quite a journey to reach that point, but in the end, it’s worth it.
Okay I’ll go, this was so much more I said than I planned whoops.
Materials: Sakura Micron pens, @fabercastellusa ink pens
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Also speaking of self harm. Yes ive started again and ive done it in the past. Ive become so fucking upset and Hateful ive just given up on fixing myself and Just allowing it all to break down again. And please Dont give me pity its my Problem and No one can fix it -kenny💙
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So close to giving up 😥 dont want to go back to that dark place again, its a nightmare, why must I be this way.... Just wanna be my old self, where I didnt have to take pills or rely on others to make me happy, but even then id feel alone #depression#paranoidasfuck#scared#darkplace#anxiety#lonely

Hello, this is comic I made used to express my negative emotions. It's very hard for me to explain and express various emotions, but showing my pain through my Gacha character has helped me. The reason why I have posted this is to show everyone that they are not alone. Depression is in all of us, but some of us only trigger it when in a time of sorrow, where others (like me) have little to no control over when states of depression come. All emotions are ok, even if some require help from others to control. Please always remember that you're not alone. You have me, your friends, your pets, your parents, people online, classmates, therapists, and so many more people who support you!
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Me and Nurse Steffi Teddy just discussing lab today.
1. Hopsital corners are difficult and take practice
2. Hand washing is a vital component in nurse practice.
3. Bed bathes are not that difficult or scary

i don’t remember the last time we truly talked, only several conversations do i still remember. sometimes i forget what you really look like. i can’t remember what your voice sounds like. your memory still clouds my nightmares, i wish they weren’t nightmares. you die in my nightmares too, i really wish i didn’t have to relive the moment. i remember the exact moment i found out. all i saw was the text across my screen saying you died. no explanation, no one said anything. all i got was a “ —- died.” i thought it was a sick joke, especially after the last time.. but i came to realize soon that it was a reality that i didn’t want to live in. i wish i would’ve told you how i felt before you died.. i wish i would’ve told you how in love i was with you, but now things are a blur when it comes to you. not because i forget things but because when i think about you it’s like feeling every emotion i’ve tried to keep away. you told me for years this was going to happen, but i never really thought it’d come to this. maybe i should’ve done more, but i was so into pills and fucking my life up that i let you slip away. i let you slip away from me, i let you get worse as time went on, and now you’re gone. i’ll never hear your voice again, i’ll never get to hug you, or kiss your forehead. i’ll never get to hold your hand or hear your laugh again. almost everything still reminds me of you, it’s like everything just has a piece of you in it. one day maybe it’ll be happy, but for now.. i miss your golden hair and beautiful eyes. i miss your cute nose too. you always hated your nose. you’d always blush when i told you how cute it actually was. i still get mad when people act like they know you.. maybe i’m just jealous.. i don’t know what it is about it, but it hurts. i feel like a piece of me is just missing now that you’re gone. i still don’t know what happened, i don’t think i’ll ever really know. i was in the psych ward during your funeral, but apparently it was a shit show and i can’t tell you how sorry i am for that. i still need to visit your grave but i don’t know if i’ll make it out of the graveyard alive after that point. one of the last times we talked -